Summer splashes in
the pool, fuzzy sweaters in
winter--a child's carefree life.
Dribble, jump, turn and
air ballet before the swoosh--
fist bumps and back slaps.
Squealing tires up
the block, held tightly in my
angry pinhole sight.
Empty apartment--
now home to random trash and
chilly, weeping ghosts.
Not a sad goodbye--
skinny arms around me and
her cheek on my chest.
Bags of groceries fill
my car's trunk, as Dad stands, arms
clasped, held behind him.
A soft purr at my
side, the soundtrack to a dark
night in my green room.
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